The Fighter's Secretary (10 page)

She stared at him, unable to believe he was saying these things, wanting to believe he was being truthful but still too hurt by his earlier actions to trust him.

“I wish Tammy hadn’t been there tonight, but she’d been contracted before we broke up for tonight’s event. I promise you I’ll never be near her again. You’re right. I should have known she was pulling some kind of shit. Hell, she’s been doing crap like that since the day we met, but it took me way too fucking long to see it.” She turned away, not wanting him to see the tears trailing down her cheeks. To her shame she moaned when he gently rubbed her back. “I love you, Amanda. I want you, no one else. Certainly not fake, pretentious bitches who are only fucking me to try and get my money. You don’t give a shit about any of that, you love me for who I am.”

“I don’t love you,” she mumbled through the gag.

“Liar,” he whispered into her ear, tracing the shell with the tip of his tongue. “I’m so sorry,
mi querida
, and I swear to you it will never happen again. Please forgive me.”

She could only moan as he shifted and slid his long, rough fingers between the soaking lips of her sex. It was insane how she could want to kick his ass and fuck his brains out at the same time, but the anger had somehow switched to lust. Making a pleased sound deep in his throat, he leaned back and began to place kisses along her spine. Each touch of his lips turned her anger into passion and by the time he reached her butt she was arching her hips up to him. How in the world had her back become such a huge erogenous zone? She’d never had this tingly feeling before, but it seemed as if his every touch swam through her nervous system, lighting her up from the inside out with fierce desire.

Then he began to torture her.

He’d play with her pussy, her clit, her ass, until she was almost there, straining to come, the pull back and caress her legs and arm with long, soothing strokes that did nothing to dampen the fire inside of her.

His voice had a rough note to it as he said,
“Tienes una chocha tan linda.”

“What?” she mumbled behind her gag.

“I said you have a beautiful pussy. And it is. Do you want me to suck on that pretty pussy?”

She nodded vigorously and drew in a deep breath of anticipation as he rolled her over to her front. At some point he’d taken his clothes off and the sight of his thick, erect cock made her mouth water, or at least it would have if she wasn’t gagged. Without a doubt she was a weak woman because despite how mad she’d been at him, all she could think about now was having him between her legs.

“If I untie your hands, do you promise to behave?”

Giving him a pleading look she nodded again.

“If you’re a bad girl I’ll just tie you up again and continue teasing you.”

She tried to keep from glaring at him, but he must have noticed because he chuckled as he unbound her hands. When she rolled back over she noted that he’d tied her up with a curtain sash from her window. His big, rough hands massaged her wrists and she melted back into the bed, unable to hold back her sigh of contentment. To her delight he didn’t stop with her wrists, but worked his way up her arms and then down each leg, avoiding her breasts and pussy but still managing to arouse her. Just having him near her did that, and add to the fact that he was naked and she was soon reaching out to grasp him.

He let out a soft woof of air when she gripped his cock, and his hands stilled on her. Stroking him lightly, she delighted in how hard he was, how his hips moved with her grip, how he let out a little groan when she gave his dick a good squeeze. He was too thick to grasp all the way with her hand, so she lightly traced her nails over the surface of his shaft, a feeling of power filling her as he froze and a nice drop of pre-come wet the head of his cock.

She went to remove her gag, intent on tasting him, but he stopped her. “If you suck me I’m not going to last. We can do that later. Right now I want you to ride me.”

Not wanting him to change his mind, she grabbed him by the shoulders and tried to shove him down on the bed. With a laugh he took her down with him, then untied her gag, which turned out to be his tie. She wiggled her jaw, and slid her hips back until the head of his dick was tucked against her aching entrance.

“I’m still mad at you,” she whispered and began to move her hips back, gasping at the pleasure of Dallas filling her.

He muttered something in Spanish, but when she looked down his head was thrown back and his eyes shut tight. The chords of his neck stood out and she was momentarily stunned by the perfection of his body. Once again the knowledge that he was hers to touch, to fuck, sent a shiver of need through her. So they had some shit to work out, but he loved her.

“Open your eyes,” she whispered.

With a sigh he did, looking up at her with a pleased smile as she fully sheathed him. “
Mi amor
.”

Brushing her hair off to the side, she leaned down and began to kiss his neck while she rode him, her clit grinding against his rock-hard lower abdominals with each stroke. Her orgasm took her by surprise, slamming into her so quick her toes curled and she keened against his skin while he took over the movements of fucking her, raising his hips in a slow and steady in and out motion while her pussy gripped him with each muscle clenching wave of her release. Instead of easing up on her, he kept fucking her, moving her body against his as if she weighed no more than a feather.

With a low grunt he sat up and moved them back until he was braced against the headboard. Sliding one arm around her waist, he grabbed a fistful of her hair with the other and brought her mouth to his for a deep, wet, hot kiss that was almost as good as the sensation of his erection filling her. The scent of their combined sweat filled the air and she moaned into his mouth, her body exquisitely sensitive after her last orgasm but wanting more, wanting all of him. He was such an amazing man, having fought his way out of the ghetto as a teenager, managing to avoid the pitfalls of drugs and gangs, to not only become a UFC champ but also a successful businessman and a good human being.

Her heart ached with her love for him, a love she’d been trying to fight for months now behind cold words and faked indifference. But he wasn’t letting her hide anymore and as she kissed him tears welled in her eyes as the intensity of her emotions overwhelmed her. He loved her, he really did, and oh God did she love him.

Pulling back, she cupped his face in her hands while he drove her to another climax, this one promising to be soul shattering with its intensity. He met her gaze with a fierce determination tempered by absolute adoration. She’d never had anyone look at her like this before, like she was something amazing.

It made the words easy to say. “Dallas, I love you.”

His pleased smile made her grin back, even as she was riding him harder now, glorying in the feel of him beneath her, of his hard body cradling hers as she chased her pleasure. Together they moved until it almost felt as if they were dancing, their bodies in perfect synch. When he stiffened against her and his cock seemed to swell inside of her she ground her hips into him, the slight pain of his dick pressing into her cervix making her scream with pleasure as her orgasm exploded within her.

It was so good, so mind-destroyingly amazing that all she could do was try to hold on to Dallas, to use him as her anchor to keep her body from flying to pieces. He growled as he came inside of her then hugged her so close she could scarcely draw a breath, not that she cared. Her mind floated, disconnected from her body and utterly entranced by Dallas. When he finally eased up his hold she took in a deep breath, wondering if she’d passed out for a moment there, if it was possible to faint from too much pleasure.

Moving slowly, gently, Dallas lifted her enough to look at him. “I love you, Amanda. You’re it for me. All I want, the only woman I want. Believe it.”

She smiled at him, feeling too good to fight. “I do.”

He laughed and cuddled her close, his dick jumping inside of her when she involuntarily squeezed him. “Good God, woman, you’re going to kill me.”

A giggle escaped her and she wondered at the light, happy sound. “Stop being such a whiner.”

“Do you forgive me for being a dumbass?”

She considered making him sweat, then decided against it. Game playing was not her style. “I do, but I swear if I ever see that bitch touch you again I’m going to kill her.”

“Mmm, feisty,” he gave her neck a sharp nip. “I like it.”

“You won’t like it when I kill you for letting her touch you,” she grumped, but cuddled closer.

“Do you really love me?”

The note of vulnerability in his voice tugged at her. “Yes, Dallas. I love you.”

“Why?”

“Fishing for compliments?” she teased.

“No…I just want to know why so I can keep doing whatever it is that makes you love me.”

“Oh, baby,” she lifted her head to kiss his chin, the note of vulnerability in his voice touching her deeply. “Just be you. You’re the man I fell in love with. All of you. The UFC fighter, the businessman, the asshole—”

“Hey now.”

She shook her head against his chest. “Admit it, you can be an asshole.”

“I plead the fifth.”

“All of you,” she continued. “I love all of you.”

He made a pleased sound and began to move inside of her again. The man must be snacking on Viagra because he seemed to have a permanent hard-on around her. His voice had a teasing tone as he said, “Do you love my dick?”

Warm tingles raced through her and she licked at the slightly salty skin of his chest. “It’s one of my favorite parts.”

“Hmmm, what are your other favorite parts?”

Once again she wondered if he was fishing for compliments, but it occurred to her that he’d dated woman who always wanted something from him, not Dallas himself. “I love your lips because they kiss me, your hands because they touch me, but most of all I love your mind and your heart because they define who you are, a strong, smart, and compassionate man. My man.”

His almost caveman grunt made her smile as she continued to kiss her way across his chest as he moved slowly inside of her, a constant stroke that made her want to sigh with pleasure. “My Amanda.”

Kissing her way up to his lips, she whispered against his mouth, “Love you.”

“Love you too,
mi querida
.”

Ann Mayburn
is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. From a young age she's been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that was often at the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels but soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else, without using cringe-worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she's never looked back.

Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her 'sexy space' and has accepted that her Muse has a severe case of ADD.

For more information on other books by Ann, visit her official website: 
AnnMayburn.com

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